The Winters Brothers

Miss Girls

Chapter 6

Luca’s POV

It’s been about two week since Amaris told us about what was really going on with her. At first I was pissed off at the gang leader who would traumatize my girl that badly, then I was pissed off at myself for not being able to help her sooner, and then to top it all off I was pissed off at both her and Levy for not letting me in the loop sooner, because Levy obviously had some knowledge of it and still didn’t come to me. But in the end I just want my Ris to be happy, safe and healthy.

“I love you so much.” I said to Ris as I leaned my forehead against the side of her head. She smelled good.

“I love you too weirdo.” She said laughing as she gave me a slight shove.

“Do you guys need a room?” Ryker said as he walked past us in the living room. “Because we have tons of rooms you can go to.”

“Why do we need a ton of rooms?” Levy said as she walked into the living room. None of us said anything. Not because it was an awkward conversation that she walked into but because of what she was wearing. Or what she was not wearing. “Why are you guys just staring at me like that?” Nobody said anything.

“Levy baby, I think your lack of a shirt rendered them speechless.” Ris said as she looked up from her phone.

Levy looked down at what she was wearing and then looked at Ryker. Rykers expression was hard and collected. But if you look at it from my point of view it was obvious that he was trying to hold himself back from yelling at her for presenting herself in nothing but a Nike sports bra that made her boobs look really good, a pair of short soccer shorts and barely covered her ass, soccer socks that were rolled down to her lower calves and white slip on vans. She looked pretty damn hot too with her hair in a messy bun with a few fly aways coming out. It was no lie that my brother had it out for her.

“Damn Levy you look hot, you practiced like that in front of all the boys too. Bunch of lucky dudes I gotta say.” I say as I lay myself across Ris. My goodness why am I always touching this girl. I feel like I should stop, but at the same time I love being held by Ris and Levy. I hope that their future boyfriends still let me touch them, because if not then I’ll just have to kill him. Like I probably would actually do it too. I am way too protective of these girls, rightfully so though.

“Luca, one, you're suffocating me and two, don’t make her feel uncomfortable.” Ris said as she adjusted herself from under me. “You actually smell good Luca.” She whispered under her breath.

“I was just thinking the same thing about you babe.” I whisper back to her.

“Luca, can I shower real quick? I promise I won’t take long.” Levy said as she stretched her legs, using Ryker’s arm as a balance.

“What's mine is yours Levy, take, use, borrow whatever you want.” I said to her, “You probably smell, so, good thinking on your part Levs.” This earns me a slap to the head by Risy. I let out a hearty laugh from on top of Ris. “Oops, did I say that out loud? My mad levs, I love you miss girl.”

They should pay me for my company, I bring so much more excitement into their lives.

My phone rings, really! Right now?

“Babe can you see who it is.” I say to Ris.

“Your mom.” Haha this girl thinks she’s so funny.

“C’mon Ris, who is it really?”

“No it's actually you mom.”

“Ugh, let me see.” I say as I stand up from her and the couch. She hands me my phone and I look down to see that it is a text from my mom.

“I need you down here at the warehouse. Now.” I let out a sigh and began to type out my response.

“Okay I’ll be on my way. Are you okay mom?” I wait for her response as I make my way to the kitchen and grap a propel and a bag of chips.

“I’m fine baby, I just need your help with something.”

“Okay, I’ll be there soon. I love you mamma

I make my way to the living room and kiss Amaris’s forehead. She looks up at me in confusion.

“What?” She asks me.

“I have to go help my mom with something, I’ll probably be back late. Don’t wait for me. I’ll try and be back before you go to sleep.”

“Oh.. umm okay. Are you sure you can’t send one of your brothers?”

“No, I’ll be back though. Can you tell Levidia when she gets back from the shower. I’m going to tell Ryker I’m leaving.”

“Okay.” She said, sending me a small smile.

I run up the stairs to Ryker’s Office and open the door without knocking. Ryker is standing facing his window. “Hey, I'm leaving to go help mom with something. I need you to watch over my girls.” I say to him in a rushed tone.

“That's fine, don’t come back if you're not in the right mindset to be around them though.” He says as he’s now facing me with his arm crossed over his chest.

“Yeah, sure whatever. Just watch them. And don’t touch Levy.”I say as I give him a pointed look. I hear him scuff as I quickly exit the room and run down the stairs.

“Love you Ris!” I call as I jog past her into the kitchen and to grab my Land Rover Discovery car keys. I hear her call out a faint I love you too Luc as I rush into the garage.

Hopefully nothing happens while I’m gone.

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Levidia’s POV

Turning off the water to my very nice warm shower and grab a towel on the towel rack and wrap it around myself. I grab the other one and wrap it around my hair as I make my way into me and Amaris’s room to get dressed. Since Mrs. Winter’s absolutely fell in love with us when she met us she game and a Ris the room next to Luca’s. It was big enough for two full size beds and two dressers. The room was split in two; one being my side and the other being Ris’s side. Plain and simple with small but personal touches.

I began to look through my clothes but none of them seems to meet the comfort criteria I was going for. Looks like one of Luca’s shirts it is.

I quickly walked into Luca’s room after checking for a clear hall. It didn’t take me long to find my favorite sweatshirt. Grabbing it I checked the hall again and made it into my room. I threw on Luca’s sweatshirts and the rest of my clothes. After that I walked back into the bathroom, combed through my hair and then tossed it into a messy bun while pulling out a few hairs to shape my face.

“I look like a little boy.” I said to myself in the mirror. Oh well.

I left all my stuff in my room and made my way down the stairs after I put away the towels and grabbed my phone.

“Hey where’s Luc?” I asked Amaris.

“He had to go help his mom with something, he said he’d be back before we went to sleep though.” She responded from her napping position.

It has been about two weeks since she told us about the real effect of her nightmares. It killed me that I hadn’t been able to help her with all of it. But I’m glad that we know now and can help her more.

“How are you doing love?” I asked her as I went into the kitchen to grab something to eat. “Do you want anything to eat?”

“I’m doing okay, and yeah I could probably eat something.” She responds.

“Talk to me Ris, I wanna know what’s going on in that head of yours.” I say to her as I pull out chicken, rice and mac n’ cheese that I can warm up.

“I don’t really know, I just feel a lot more insecure than usual.”

“Like insecure about your appearance, work, or like how you feel.”

“All of it really.” She said, I looked over at her and she seemed to be in deep thought. I give her a minute to collect herself before I ask her more questions to help her talk it out. That’s what I always found helpful, if I talk about it and try to piece things together by asking or being asked a question I come to my conclusion/ solution a lot faster.

I pulled out two plates and then thought of Ryker. Maybe he wants some food.

“Hey, Ryker,” I yelled to him upstairs. Not even a moment later his door swings open and he searches for where my voice came from. “Kitchen!” I called to him again. When his eyes find mine he lets out a breath.

“Yeah, are you okay?” He says.

“Oh, yeah no I’m fine. I was about to warm up some food and wanted to know if you wanted anything.”

“Oh, yeah that sounds good. I’ll be down in a minute. Thank you farfalla.” He says as he nods. He turned his back to us and made his way back into the room where he came from.

“What does “farfalla” mean?” Ris asks me as she stares at where he came from.

“No clue, it’s probably Italian though. I mean don’t they all speak Italian.” I say back to her as I start putting food on the plates.

“It’s kinda hot when Ryker and Titus speak italian. Like swear.”

“You and your Italian guys. Won’t you just love it in Italy.” I said as I glanced up at her. She gives me an innocent smile.

“I don’t know what your talking about Ms. Rossi.” She says as she throws her hair over her shoulder.

“Mmm, no of course you don’t, Ms. Jackson.” I reply as I put the first plate in the microwave.

I finished warming up the other two plates as Amaris told me about her project that she’s going to in her design/fashion class and what designs she was thinking about putting into her portfolio for when we do our college visit during spring break.

“What’d you warm up Rossi? Nothing poisonous I hope.” Ryker said as he slid next to Ris. I scuffed and rolled my eyes at him. “How are you doing, Amaris? You hangin in there alright?” He asked her as he ruffled her hair. She swatted his hand away as he laughed.

“I’m hangin in there just fine. Did you really have to mess up my hair though?” She said as she pulled out her phone to fix her hair.

I set the plates in front of them and turned to grab some forks. Handing them over the forks I looked down at my plate and began to dig in.

“Well would you look at that Rossi, it isn’t poisonous.” Ryker said as he shot me a wink. Loser.

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Luca’s POV

“I need you to get him to tell me who he works for, baby.” My mom said as we watched him through the tinted glass.

“He traumatized Amaris.” I say through gritting teeth. This bastard was the “leader” of the goon squad who we had a run in with at the spanish restaurant; the one who gave my sweet girl nightmares.

“Luca mio caro ragazzo, devi rimanere concentrato. Puoi darmi quello di cui ho bisogno?” Mom said to me in Italian. (Luca my dear boy, you need to stay focused. Can you get me what I need?)

“Si mamma.” I said in a low voice as I walked around the glass and made my way to the door. My mom gave one of the guards a nod and they opened the door. As I was about to step into the room and hand clasped my shoulder. I turned to see Titus looking at me with a worried expression. “I’ll be fine brother.” I whisper.

“You want to go home to the girls. Remember that before you do something that might make it hard for you to do that.” He said in a low voice. I gave him a nod and made my way into the room.

It was cold inside the room, a chill of goosebumps made its way along my arms and on my neck. I let out a breath as I turned away facing the door. I opened the file that was in my hands. Andre Hernandez. Lets see what kind of thug you are Andre.

“You know for someone who doesn’t have a police record you sure know how to be violent.” I say to him as I turn to him. There is a cold hard expression on my face. I let out a breath as I let go of any and all of my emotions.

“Ah, if it isn’t the boy who slaughtered my men, what can I do for you, my boy?” He said with a low chuckle.

“Who’s your leader?” I say leaning up against the wall away from the black tinted glass window.

“Me.”

“Bullshit, you’re not leader material.” I said dead panned.

“Watch your mouth boy or I’ll give that pretty little girl of yours a reason for you to shut your mouth.” He sneered at me. He’s trying to rile me up, b***h move but I can see why he thought it would be effective. But I’m smart, he’s here, his men are in hell, my girl- both my girls are at home; safe, with Ryker.

I roll my eyes at him and pull out a knife from my waist band. I walk over to him and stab his shoulder. Forcing myself to not so much as blink, breathe wrong or flinch, he grunts in pain as he looks up and spits on my face. I slowly wipe my eye as I twist the knife at his shoulder. He yells out and I force myself laugh at him. Everything in my want to scream at his face and then break it in every way humanly possible. But I needed to focus, this was a job. I don’t mess up on jobs; I execute them to the upmost perfection and nothing less of it.

“Who do you work for?” I asked again, this time more impatient. “C'mon macho man, I have all the time in the world. And you have enough limps that I can use to my advantage. So you know on that note, please. Take your time.” I say as I sit on the table in front of him.

“f**k you.” He grits out. I look at his folder. He has a daughter.

“If your daughters old enough I bet she wouldn’t mind f*****g me. Hell I might even f**k her back. I can record it and send it to you if you want.” I said to him with a smirk as I bit my lip looking up. I notice him visually stiff at the mention of his daughter. Lie. Lie. I needed to lie my way through this; he wanted to use Ris so I’m going to use his daughter. He’s obviously take the bait so I’d say it’s working, even if my own words make me want to vomit, I need to keep going. “Mmm, oh yeah. I bet she’s hot isn’t she. s**t, I might have to give her a visit.” Patting his cheek, I have to force myself not to slap it; not to rip the skin from his very face. The same f*****g face that haunted her in her sleep. I need to finish this up before I kill him, I’m on a very fine line right now.

“I raised my daughter to have standards, trust me when I say you don't meet any of them.” He says as he gives a hard rustle against the chair. He quickly growls out in pain as soon as he does it. He must have no brain if he really put himself in that kind of pain.

“What’s his daughter's first and last name?” I say out loud. He rustles and groans some more. This shouldn’t be this fun to watch. He’s dumb, so f*****g dumb it’s sad.

“Analeise Hernandez-Herera.” My mom's voice comes in through my earpiece.

I pull out my phone and go to i********:, lets see if we can find this Analeise. “What school does she go to?”

“West Point Malibu High School.” My mom responds. I look up at him and give him a smirk as I lick my lips. He looks at me with a panicked expression.

“Hey cheer up Andre, it's nothing personal. I just wanna know who your daughter is.. but you wanna know who I wanna know more? Your boss.” I say as I begin searching for his daughter. I found her, she looks just like him, but the female version. Bingo. I make sure I’m not on my personal account, all good. “How about this, why don’t we make a deal.”

“Go to hell kid.” He said as a shaked his head looking down. He’s no fun. I get off the table and push the knife in the shoulder deeper. He cries out more than he did before and begins to mumble apologies to his daughter. I wonder what he would do if some guy did to his daughter what he did to Ris? Would he cry out like this too? Would it hurt him that some low life who has no f*****g brain hurt and scared his daughter like he did to my sweet, bright, beautiful Ris.

“Alright, here's the deal. I will leave your daughter alone, if you tell me who your boss is. Seems fair to me.” He shakes his head. “Look Andre that’s fine by me, because I was right she is very pretty.” I say as I show him my phone. “If you don’t want to tell me, I’m sure I can get it out of her. Whether it be through pleasure or pain. Up to you big guy.” I said to him, He looks defeated. He should. He’s probably going to die any second now because of how much blood he’s lost. I honestly hope he dies; he hurt my girl.

“Sage Figueroa, leader of the Luna De Sangre Mafia. It’s Spanish business. You guys are Italian, why do you care about us?” He said in a very weary and weak tone.

“Nothing you dead self should worry about.” I say as I pat his shoulder. “Give the devil my apologies for sending you a little sooner than scheduled.”

He yells at the back of my head in response. I don’t know if it was out of pain for anger but I mean yelling is yelling so f**k you too man.

“We all good, mom.” I say to my concentrated mother once I make it out of the room.

“Yup, well done my boy. Go get washed up.” She says as she stares at Andre. Well okay then.

“Yeah sure, love you mom. Have a good night.” I say as I walk over to her and kiss her cheek. She looks at me with hooded brown eyes and cups my cheek with her hand. She’s tired, I can see it in her eyes. “Mamma, you need sleep.” I say and drape my arms around her.

“I’m fine baby, I’m just trying to understand why the spanish mafias are coming out more east.” She says.

“We’ll get to figuring it out mom but not when we're sleep deprived. Luc’s right, you need sleep.” Titus chips in.

“Come home with us mamma. Please. You can see my girls; they’re at home waiting.” I pleaded with her. She pulls away from me and kisses my forehead and then makes her way to Titus and kisses him.

“I love you boys, I mieli bellissimi figli.” She says as her arms come around our lower back.

My mom was short but tall in her own way, she was at least 5’5, with raven hair like Titus and honey brown eyes. She has a lightly freckled face that is small. She wore a white button up with one side tucked into her black faded mom jeans, while the other side was untucked, both of her arm sleeves rolled up to her elbows. She styled herself with a pair of dark olive green docs and gold jewelry to match her gold wedding ring. She was, to say the least, very stylish. And on top of it all, beautiful. I loved everything about her.

“Sto tornando a casa; ripulisci il casino per favore e sbarazzati di lui. Vado con i miei figli, ho una buona notte ragazzi.” My mom said to the remaining men. Basically just telling them to clean up the mess.

“Ready my boys.” She asked as we walked out of the building.

“I’m so tired.” Titus laughed as he leaned his head against my mom's head. She hummed in response.

“I just want to-”

“See your girls, yes we know little brother.” Titus cuts me off, giving me a little shove over mom's shoulder.

“You really like them don’t you.” My mom said,

“No mamma, I love them. They make life so much better.” I said to her,

“They’re not too shabby mom, Levidia is kind of hot too.” Titus chips in.

“Dude, how many times do I have to tell you to lay off her; Gosh you and Ryker.”I say, shaking my head.

“Now, now boys. Never let a girl come between you guys. No matter how pretty she is. Nothing is thicker than blood.” She says, giving us both a knowing look.

Nothing is thicker than blood.

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